Chapter 23
Lena and Banner finalise a first prototype for the GPS-like device they’ll need to navigate the Quantum realm. It’s basically a watch they can input coordinates into, connected to the suit’s AI and to the van. The connection to the van, however, proves moody: Scott gets stuck in the Quantum realm for a full 24h and returns shaken by the experience. Lena and Banner go back to tinkering with their new creation.
It dawns on her that watching Lena in action is not just entertaining anymore but also a major turn on. (Or maybe it always was and she just didn’t notice?) This may be a problem.
She beats Natasha in the ring. She’s got the spy in such a hold that she has to tap out. By the looks of it, Alex’ even more surprised by it than her opponent. She fucks Lena against the door and then in the shower to celebrate. It’s the best day she’s had in a long (long) while.
It becomes a thing. She doesn’t notice at first, but Lena starts showing up when their sparring is over. A simple shared look and Lena follows her to her room or she follows her to hers. Lena always leads those trysts. She never lets Alex suggest a shower first: she pushes her down on the bed, tugs her shorts down and licks her until she comes harder than ever before. She pushes her against the wall, turns her around and slips her hand inside her shorts until Alex has to muffle her moans by pressing her mouth against her arm.
Lena, Lena, Lena.
“Fuck.”
The cursing is unusual enough that it knocks her off her rhythm.
There’s the bite of nails digging into her back, the tightening vice of sweaty thighs around her middle.
“Ugh. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
And holy shit.
If she first thought that Lena cursing was hot, then hearing her beg is out of this world. Something to seek, something to chase. So she does as she’s told, focused on the warmth around her fingers, the heat of their bodies, the delicious friction. It’s as if a door’s been blown open, because Lena doesn’t revert back to silence after that: she whimpers and moans. And fuck, their escapades never fail to work her up, but this? This is such a turn on.
Lena’s holding on so tight, leaving no space between them, until she tenses, body locking up, head thrown back: “Fuck!”
There’s something building, something about to burst, something she couldn’t hold even if she wanted to…
She must have blacked out, for the next thing she knows, she’s slumped on top of Lena, the other girl playing with the thin hairs at the back of her neck.
She lifts up: “Shit, sorry. Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you like that.”
“That good, uh?” Lena replies with playful eyes.
“Shouldn’t that be my line?” she chuckles, settling more comfortably on top of Lena. She never tires of that feeling: skin on skin, Lena’s breasts, her belly, her thighs. “But yeah, to quote someone in the throes of pleasure not too long ago: Fuck.” She says it in a faux high imitation of Lena, punctuates it by pressing down with her pelvis. Lena squeezes her butt in what she assumes is supposed to be retaliation, but only serves to reignite that something low, that something growingly insatiable whenever Lena’s in the vicinity.
She dips in for a kiss. Yes: insatiable.
She doesn’t say it, but it’s there, so shockingly obvious it’s suddenly disorienting: better than that good. So much better than good.